A man called me a few days ago to tell me that his grandson had stolen something from the display table I had set up at an event.  Then he asked me for a favor.  I granted the favor.  Yesterday on my day off I dressed in my cowboy outfit (including a six-gun) and made the 30-minute drive to my young pardner's house.  I spoke briefly to him, his siblings, and their parents about stealing and forgiveness from a Biblical perspective.  He returned the stolen item and asked for my forgiveness.  I forgave him, we hugged, and I left.  Some things just aren't about money.